Chapter 128: Maman (1)
by fnovelpia
The opponent ignores the board set up for them and overturns it.
We put our heads together to come up with a simple and clear answer: passing through everything and piercing that head.
“The power used by a being that has ascended to divinity is an idea in itself. Thus, it wields great power from the center of that concept.”
A god can create a realm based on the concept that constitutes their true self, much like the former Archdemon Meiru’s World Boss raid, where Dua had established his own domain.
“And the deepest part of the Demon Realm, which we must infiltrate, is a realm prepared by that woman—a literal Demon Realm.”
I recalled the power of the Demon God that had once taken over the Guide’s body.
An overwhelming level that even surpassed the future Guide.
It might have even been as vast as [System], considering it was in Rudera, not even her home ground.
If it were in her own territory, she would have a power that completely surpasses that.
“Even if Deus and I give it our all…”
Alia paused, hesitating.
“…it’s uncertain whether we could handle it.”
She admitted this reluctantly, as though she didn’t want to acknowledge the truth but couldn’t turn away from it.
Even with the combined strength of Deus and Alia, beings on the level of primary gods, it might not be enough…
Indeed, an opponent capable of taking over the future Guide’s spirit could not be easily disregarded.
But if I could use Rudera’s absolute power, I would win.
I had the confidence that I could achieve victory.
In my current state, I had the strength to even overcome [System].
Even in the depths of the Demon Realm, if I could temporarily manifest Rudera’s domain, I could exercise the power of a GM.
The problem lies within that realm itself…
“…”
I recalled the time I had briefly captured the Demon God and entered within.
That deep, dark abyss.
The Demon God’s domain was overwhelmingly dark and intense.
It was an atmosphere that evoked primal fear, like the depths of an ocean.
Could I really overcome a god formed on the basis of that domain?
As I pondered deeply, I locked eyes with Dua, who was looking at me with worry.
‘…I see. That method!’
I remembered.
An effective way to shake the Demon God’s domain.
“That part is fine.”
“Fine?”
“Yes. I have a secret plan.”
It was hard to suppress the smile creeping up my face.
Given that twisted level of affection, it would definitely work.
I was actually eager to see how the Demon God would react when Dua shouted that word.
Of course, if this tactic failed, things could get quite difficult…
But given her maternal obsession with my past life, it should be effective.
There was just one thing I wondered about.
“Why was the Demon God so obsessed with the title?”
“With the title? It was probably to gather divine power to make you a god.”
At first, I thought the same.
I assumed she was using the title system I created to make me a god more effectively.
But why specifically the title?
To ensure the proper narrative for the title, the Demon God had crafted unique situations for each player, investing effort.
The Dragon Lord was made to fall in love with Tyrano, the Demon King was awakened to the orange power within the community, the Saintess realized her talents as a queen, and the Apostle accepted his mission as a hero.
It meant that she went through complicated and tedious processes for all those situations.
‘Why go through all that trouble to create such elaborate plans, instead of simply arranging things as the future Guide once did?’
She went to such lengths that it even made me suspicious.
I couldn’t understand that part.
Was it because she’s the Demon God and her thinking differed from mortals?
Even if I made that assumption, the fixation on titles didn’t fully make sense.
Was it to make me a true god rather than a temporary god limited to Rudera, like when I clashed with [System]?
-Hey, Faius. I have something to ask.
-It’s been a while, World Tree… You’re the GM, right?
While everyone was preoccupied preparing for the Demon Realm invasion, I opened my notepad.
I jotted down numerous hypotheses in the notepad.
Even if something didn’t make sense, I wrote it all down for now.
Nothing could restrict the possibilities for a god-like being that transcended all.
And then, aligning with the current situation, I measured each hypothesis.
This one doesn’t fit with the Demon God’s motives.
This one doesn’t align with the title system.
This one…
One by one, the hypotheses were eliminated.
After organizing countless assumptions for a long time, I left only one.
A convoluted and convenient assumption, almost too hard to accept.
But it matched every situation I faced and the vivid image I had seen.
Deduction is about imagining all possibilities and erasing them one by one to reach a conclusion.
Even if the final remaining conclusion is hard to believe and unreasonable, if it’s the truth…
I looked at my companions, diligently preparing.
This is the last resort.
A gamble, with myself as collateral.
Since this entire operation is for my own safety, I have no intention of risking my life.
‘If my assumption is correct, this level of insurance should be fine.’
If I’m right, this will be my ultimate weapon in an emergency.
Kuooohhhhh
We crossed the space between spaces.
Dua, Deus, Alia, and I passed through the boundary of dimensions opened by the two gods, entering the Demon Realm.
Though it’s a dimension connected to the continent, spatial movement should be impossible without the Demon Realm’s manager’s permission.
Yet the path created by the two gods pierced through that dimensional censorship with ease.
As I moved through the dimensional passage, I glimpsed the landscape of the Demon Realm through the gaps.
The land of struggle where the demons live.
Contrary to my expectations that it would be a barren wasteland due to the demons’ nature as a warlike race, the Demon Realm boasted a landscape where greenery bloomed beautifully.
‘This doesn’t really feel like a hero’s party heading to slay the Demon God.’
After all, what kind of hero would fly straight to the final boss through a portal?
Especially to capture the final boss who happens to be their own mother.
I shook off the idle thoughts and focused.
The end of the long passage was approaching.
Beyond it would be the dwelling of the Demon God.
The mother who bore me in my primeval past life.
My very first mother.
That being is waiting beyond.
Flash
A streak of light engulfed our vision, and we emerged outside the passage.
“This is the deepest part of the Demon Realm.”
I looked around at the place we arrived.
An elegantly decorated temple.
A building that exuded a sacred atmosphere, like something straight out of a mythological book I read as a child.
“You’ve come.”
I turned my head toward the voice.
There, a small but gracefully poised girl sat cross-legged on a blackened throne.
A girl with a faint blush and a leisurely smile.
Just one look was enough to know she was the Demon God.
Though she appeared no different from a human girl, an immense divinity and presence emanated from within her.
A presence far beyond that of Deus and Alia.
“Come, and be embraced in your mother’s arms.”
With a gentle smile, she spread her arms.
With her young appearance and twin-tailed hairstyle, she hardly gave off the feeling of a mother.
If a typical hero were to enter this boss room and see her opening her arms like that, they’d probably yell and stay on guard, wondering what trick she was pulling.
After that, the Demon God would lead the situation at a leisurely pace.
The ominous aura flowing from the Demon God alone would be enough to captivate any mortal male.
Even Marfa, who awakened as the Succubus Queen, would be nothing more than dirt beneath the Demon God’s claws.
After all, the entire succubus race was merely a creation born from her power.
But I already knew exactly how to respond to her.
An action that would catch her off guard.
“Ma-mom~~~!”
I ran straight into the Demon God’s arms.
Contrary to calling herself ‘mother,’ her embrace didn’t feel soft since she lacked that grand symbol of maternal warmth, but the warmth and comforting scent from her were undeniably that of a mother.
On the other hand, the relaxed smile on her face shattered.
The faint blush on her cheeks had now turned bright red.
Seeing her face, as red as a carrot, I felt confident my plan had succeeded.
My prediction was accurate.
Perhaps I didn’t need to go as far as calling her “mommy.”
Just calling her “mom” would have sufficed.
This was enough with just me.
What if our dear Dua joined in?
“Dua!”
“Granny!”
Dua popped out from behind the Demon God and clung onto her.
Flinch
It was the finishing blow.
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